The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Tricky: Scenes from a Life #86

Reliving the glory days of the Hiss Case, Tricky examines imaginary
microfilm in public (1958)


Tempest said...

I saw 'Nixonland' at the Border Books. It looks like a great book from what little I read.
I put it back on the shelf.

I was in high school and college when this thing was in the White House.

And an young adult to middle aged in what what came after?

The actuary tables have kicked in now an are decimating his army. Praise God and I have lived this long to see that.

I hate them.

asleep said...

Or perhaps he's 'strumming' on a theremin.

Timmy said...

Perhaps, you are burried by your hatred & Nixon will be reborn to thrive AGAIN!

Who Am Us Anyway? said...

"Slowwwly I turned. Step by step ..."

Joanne said...

"Tricky Dicky" all the way.